Chapter seventeen:
1994 / New Year’s Day
Laney
How…how could this man have this effect on me?
That’s all I wanted to know as Jesse ground against my body, every thrust of his hips making his cock tease my clit and push me one step closer to the orgasm that was building in me.
This had never happened to me before. Like ever. I’d had an orgasm before, obviously; it wasn’t like I was a virgin—but it had never happened without me taking my clothes off and actually having sex. And definitely never without the man touching me. Yet there I was, on the brink of an orgasm from Jesse, again, and I was still fully dressed.
What. The. Fuck?
Seriously.
My eyelashes fluttered closed as he reached down between us and lifted the hem of my dress so he could shove his hand down the front of my panties—panties which were now soaked.
“Look at me,” he growled against my throat, his tongue trailing across my skin. I couldn’t even hear him, or think about the fact that someone could walk around the corner at any moment and see us. No, all I could think about was his fingers, which were playing with my clit and bringing me closer and closer to the explosion that was building in me.
“Laney, I said open your fuckin’ eyes and look at me, woman,” he growled again, nipping at my neck.
I yelped and my eyes shot open, and with one hand buried in my hair, holding my face captive and tilted up to him, his gaze bored into mine, the depths of his blue eyes everlasting and swallowing me whole as he suddenly plunged a finger inside of me and made me cry out, loudly.
“There it is,” he mumbled, leaning in and placing kisses against my lips, a second finger sliding in next to the first one and moving rhythmically in and out over and over until I reached my peak and fell over the other side with a throaty moan, my body shattering and going limp in his arms. “I got you, darlin’, I got you,” he said as he pulled me against him, his woody scent washing over me.
When the stars had vanished and I could catch my breath, I tried to form words—not that I knew what to say to him at that point, but I had to say something, because that was incredible. Athank youseemed ridiculous, but it didn’t matter because Jesse leaned in and covered my mouth with his, his tongue diving in to slide along mine and making me moan.
He gently lay me down on the ground, one hand shoving my panties down and the other caressing my breast. I reached down to him, feeling his hard length beneath the material of his jeans, and regardless of the fact that I had just had the best orgasm of my life, I wanted him inside of me, right then.
I squeezed him until he gasped, his chest rumbling in pleasure, and he looked down at me with a wolfish smile that sent tremors through my over-sensitized body. I started to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper, and his hands left me for a moment to reach for his wallet and pull out a condom, and then I was lying back, watching him roll the condom down himself while my eyes went wide and I worried how he was going to fit that inside of me. Because the man was big. Not just long, but wide too. The sight of it made my body flush and goose bumps prickle against my skin.
Jesse touched the bottom of my chin and lifted my gaze to meet his. He sucked in his bottom lip while he nudged my legs apart with his knee and settled between them, the tip of his cock nudging against my opening and the heat from his body cloaking me protectively.
His body covered mine, trapping me in a bubble where there was only me and Jesse, and none of the other shit in the world mattered. Because this was it. We weren’t in the woods. And we weren’t at a dumb Highwaymen party. Gauge wasn’t inside bitching about me, and my mom wasn’t dead.
It was just Jesse, me, and the hum of lust throbbing between us.
And that was all that mattered.
Jesse leaned down and placed a rough kiss against my mouth, and then before I could say another word he slammed into me, bottoming out in one long, delicious thrust. He didn’t go easy, sliding in slowly, he just demanded that he be there, penetrating me roughly, and I loved it. I gasped against his mouth and he stole the air from my lungs as he lay still, letting my body adjust to his size. My nipples peaked until they felt painful, and all I could think about was his mouth covering them, his warmth soothing the painful ache in my body.
And then he fucked me.
Jesse wasn’t gentle or slow with me. He was rough and hard. He dominated me both body and mind, parts of him reaching down further and touching my soul. He took from my body while equally giving me everything I desired and then some of what I didn’t even know I needed. And we came together in a flurry of sweat, pawing hands, and screams of pleasure and pain. I bit his shoulder, my legs crossed at the ankles as he pounded me, and he nipped at my nipple, sucking it hard and dragging another orgasm from me as he grunted out his own release, his fingers digging into my hips almost painfully as he held my body still so he could slam into me over and over again until I thought I would pass out.
When it was over Jesse dragged his jeans back on and lay down next to me, grabbing my body and pulling it in against his side like he had done at the lake. His large hand reached down to smooth out my skirt so I wasn’t on show, and I draped a leg across his. My head was on his chest, listening to the heavy pounding of his heart against his ribs, his fingers trailing down my back and threading through my hair.
At some point I must have drifted off, because when I woke it was starting to get light, the sunlight filtering in through the trees above us. I blinked and yawned, and when I tried to move, Jesse grunted and held me harder. I smiled and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his face looking nothing like usual. Gone was the hardness around his eyes and mouth, and instead he looked almost peaceful. He was beautiful, I realized. Not just handsome like so many people could see, but beautiful.
Jesse James Hardy was fucking beautiful, and he was all mine.
I reached up to touch his cheek, the palm of my hand cupping his face. His eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, and he gazed down at me, a smile crinkling at the corners of his mouth.
“Morning,” I whispered, a small smile on my mouth. “I think you missed your own party.”
“I had the only party I gave a shit about right here,” he replied. He reached down and grabbed me with both hands, and before I could stop him I was straddling his body. Not that I would have stopped him. In fact, I couldn’t imagine a better place to be right then.
Jesse was hard already and I rocked back and forth against him, feeling him growing bigger beneath me. I reached between us, using my fingers to play with my clit.
